#theklancelife

For those of you still following this blog, I'm so sorry for the inactivity. I was so infuriated with season 8 that I just fell off the face of the earth. (Disclaimer: I'm not against Allurance. I actually think they're pretty cute together. I'm just against poor writing, like them getting together didn't make any sense to me from all my knowledge from watching the show- but I digress. That's a whole can of worms I'm not getting in to)

But I bring some news, I have updated my fic "Laurencia" recently, for those who still read it but aren't subscribed to archive. So I'll post the links later today or you can find them in previous posts through older links here. Again sorry for my absence but I'll promise to be more active here!

Love you all!!

Keith: *gets down on one knee*

Lance: *gasp* Babe

Keith: We're both works in progress but do you want to be a finished project with me?

Lance: Only if Mothman is Best Boy.

Hello, Hi, Aloha, Hola 

As we as, a Voltron Legendary Defender fan base species, welcome the almighty season 5 into our warm embrace March 2, 2018, A.K.A tomorrow, A.K.A HURRY UP AND DESTROY MY EYES ALREADY- I just want to make a few points or at least one point if nothing else gets done on this blog. Like anything ever... 

Oh! My lovely Blue Baby Boy- there he is, isn’t he gorgeous?!! LOOK AT HIM!! I’m a big Lance stan, haven’t you heard? 

Ok enough of that, for now, let me get into why I’m currently annoying all of you with my thoughts. Lancey Lance and the Altean broadsword. I’ve seen many points on why he was so angry while training, or he trains to get his frustration out just like Keith, or the lovely bonding moment between him and Allura (SIBLINGS! HELL YEAH) 

Which are all great points and things to talk about from this clip but that’s not what I’m focusing on. The big picture here to me or the rather small one since I’m talking about one thing is Lance’s weapon(s)  

At first, our adorable sharpshooter has this weapon (a gun, what do you want from me I don’t know the names of every exact gun, I’m trying to get the man off my back), Lance being a ranged fighter with a sharp eye made this a good choice for the character. It’s simple and efficient, much like Lance as he started out in the show and much like the blue lion who is the calm mothering type to her paladin.  

Fast forward to who knows how long they’ve been in space; you’d think they’d have a calendar by now- Lance now takes on the role as a paladin for the red lion and unlocks two new forms; the assault rifle (I believe) and the sniper rifle. To me, this is a sign or symbolism of Lance having inner turmoils about his position in the team while also struggling with Blue lion’s rejection and following in Keith’s footsteps while also trying to make a name for himself as a leader and as Lance a paladin of Voltron. Even though both weapons have great advantages and usefulness like Lance, their designs aren’t simple and seem more jagged and rough. Like his inner turmoils. This sets up even further character development. From a boy to a man is my ancient proverb of the day. 

Now on to my baby and his broadsword because YES 

For whatever reason other than “You have greatness in you”- which is true. Lance has unlocked another form of weapon, this time it is not a gun but a sword, which is completely different in every way from his previous weapons. Guns are long ranged while the Sword is close combat. You can use this as a jumping point to say that the gun was a way to symbolize that he was too far from his goal or too afraid or wasn’t ready yet so he was kept at a distance, and that the sword can symbolize that he’s becoming closer to who he is meant to be. 

My favorite point in all of this is the part about the sword itself. As seen, Keith’s sword is more jagged and rough, not the clean-cut finish that you would normally see with a sword, and his handle is still in the shape of the Bayard. While Lance’s sword is smooth, traditional and stable and his handle doesn’t take the shape of the Bayard but as that of a sword hilt; as though to state that he is finally where he is supposed to be or closer to it than he’s ever been before. The teenage hormones have subsided and the calm, cool, collected, clear-skinned daddy is upon us.... soon 

Does this give way to black paladin Lance, maybe? But it does give me a positive feeling that Lance will take on an even higher leadership role very soon.  

P.S. to all the people out there, these are just my thoughts and opinions and fangirl fantasies about what this could mean. I’m just speculating but obviously, I felt strongly enough about this that I needed to write and voice my inner thoughts. 

P.P.S. I’m just squealing because Keith has a Galra sword and Lance has an Altean sword so my little shipper heart is ready to ride this pain train to the bitter end HELL YEAH!! 

GOD I LOVE THIS SHIP!! 

In recent news, the government has issued a bill that monsters shall now be included in the constitution. The United States of America is opening its doors and offering sanctuary to any monster who wishes to live a normal peaceful life. However, protests ring true throughout the country in attempts to have the decision appealed and keep monsters away from-

           Keith sighs, it’s taken the humans five years since the discovery of monsters to actually grant them rights when they’ve also learned that; yeah, monsters can live with humans and have been doing so for millennia. It really is all over exaggerated if you ask him, he normally wouldn’t even concern himself with human politics, even that concerning his own species was too troublesome to acknowledge but now he has a special reason.  

           “Keef”

           A frustrating mispronunciation of his name that he’s grown fond of if his smile is anything to go on. Looking down at the barely one-year-old toddler next to him he pats his head.

           “Yeah? What is it, little guy?”  

           Lance giggles and holds up a picture of nonsense that he drew that Keith guess is supposed to be them, but who knows what’s going on in a child’s head. Lance doesn’t even knows what’s going on in his own head but apparently enough to want to draw Keith.

           “Yeah, it looks great.” He ruffles his hair and drinks up the little laugh he gets for it “Hey, you want to get adopted?”

           “Sir? Are you really sure about this?” the lady at the desk asks him, looking generally concerned and confused all in the same go.

           Honestly, this is what annoyed him about humans, always difficult, never wanting things to be simple. What does it matter to you?

          “Yes, I’m sure.”  

          “A human baby? You want to adopt a human baby as your child, Mr.-”  

          “Kogane.”  

          “Mr. Kogane. Why not adopt a monster child instead?” she asks, as though her suggestion is the more logical choice in the matter. “you’d be a better fit and a parent to one of our monster children. You won’t even have to restart the application.”

          Annoying

          “That’s alright, I’m confident in my decision. And I’m not applying to be his parent.”

          She blinks “His?” then realization comes across his face “Oh you already have the child sir. Then you’d like to become a foster parent?” 

          “No. I want to become his legal guardian. I don’t want to watch him for a period of time in hopes for someone to adopt him. If that were the case then I would have dropped him off at the nearest orphanage when I found him. Lance will stay with me, I’ll care for him. Now that I have my rights as a citizen I would like to use them, so if you’d please. I like to continue the process.”

          One orientation, two seminars, several home visit, doctors visits, paperwork because the government and six months later it’s finally done. Keith sits down in his chair as he reads the letter sent to him stating that he was now Lance Kogane’s legal guardian. A strange sense of relief washed over him, why was he so worried about them denying him Lance? If they wouldn’t grant him legal guardianship he would’ve taken him someplace where they would have let him or just left entirely. He doesn’t need some blank face in an office to tell him he can keep Lance.

          “Keef?” Lance comes over, holding his favorite blue lion toy to his chest

          Keith smiles down at him, picking him up and putting him on his lap “Hey little buddy, what’s wrong?”

          “Keef, ok?” he asks, tapping at Keith’s face, said vampire can’t blame him, he was lost in thought and has been told to look like a lost puppy when he’s like that

          “I’m ok” he takes Lance’s little hand and kiss it  

          Said boy giggles “Ok!” 

               Its times like these he is reminded of the pettiness of humans… and how much he really hates the color pink right now.

               Oh no, it’s not enough to be harassed by child services every day.

               Or that when you try to cross the street, a car running a red light suspiciously seemed like it was gunning for you.

               Maybe you’d think not being able to hire a babysitter, so now you have to walk through the snow with a baby strapped to your chest would be it – but oh would you look at that, the clerk forgot to put the diapers in the bag. The one thing you actually left your house for.

               SO NOW YOU HAVE TO GO BACK!

               No, no it’s never enough.

               This day is not through dicking him around just yet because now he has this bright pink slip on his door with the ever catchy phrase Eviction Notice in such neat, fine print.

               “Fuck me.” 

               “What the hell is this?!” Keith slams the pink slip to the glass that separates the land lord’s face from his fists “Why am I being evicted?! I’ve paid my bills on time and abided by the rules of the building!”

               He’ll give them that one night he blasted the broody teenage music up too high heaven because his favorite character from his favorite soap opera died and thus officially leaving the series – you’ll forever be missed, Enrique.

               But that’s still not a reason!

               The landlord barely looks at him, just taking a drag from his cigarette. Maybe he’s worried that if he looks into Keith’s eyes he won’t be able to keep up his facade. Maybe he’s right

               “Doesn’t matter, been getting complaints from the other tenants. You have to leave.” He answers

               That bullshit! He’s lived here for almost two years. He knows the residents if they had a problem with him at all they would’ve banged on his door and told him what’s up. Especially that old lady down in 2B who takes no shit from anybody and that could be the dementia speaking but you don’t just live through WWII and not lose your mind. He should know.

               “You’re lying” Keith growls                He decides that it’s time to pick up his paper and start reading it, as if their conversation wasn’t exciting enough “Doesn’t matter. Get your stuff and get out. You have two days.” He takes another drag of his cigarette

               “Yes, it does! Why are you doing this?!”

               “Because I don’t have to house a damned monster in my building if I don’t want too!” he yells back

               There it is, so that’s it then. He knew it would come to that, it always comes back to that. But he had hoped he found some sort of comrade down here in the ghettos but he guesses not. He really did hope.

               “Listen, if I get rid of you then I’d be the only complex in the neighborhood without a monster resident. Which means I can start charging higher rent when the generification starts-”

               “Fuck off you greedy cunt! I don’t care about that! I have a kid damn it! What am I supposed to do?!” he stomps his foot angrily into the floor, cracking it under his rage and pressure.

               The landlord tosses his cigarette and somehow finds the courage to look at him “Then you’d better leave before I call child services. Be glad I’m not charging you anything for breaking my floor”

               Keith grits his teeth “You...”

               He huffs knowing that he’s won and just wants the vampire to leave “Go ahead and complain to whoever you want, nobody is going to listen to a monster like you. Plus if you do anything to be that kid of yours will be ripped away from you faster than you can even blink.”

               Keith is infuriated and wishes that damn cigarette he’s lighting would blow up in his stupid FUCKING FACE.

               “Just count your losses and leave quietly for everyone’s sake” he fans him off and returns to his paper

               For all his rage at being wronged. All he wants to do is beat this asshole’s face in, to hear the satisfying crunch of his damn skull beneath his boot. Back when times were fucking simple – but he can’t risk it, can’t risk losing Lance.

               So he just turns and walks away “Fine. We don’t need your shit apartment anyway.”  

               Except that he needs that shit apartment in order to peacefully raise Lance without child services breathing down his neck. In all honesty; given the situation, which should never be a situation in the first place, he should be grateful that it’s just this. It’ll give him some time to come up with a plan for what to do next.

               BUT IT STILL PISSES HIM OFF!!

               Since he couldn’t take his anger and disgust out on that guy’s head, he settles for the mug placed conveniently on the kitchen counter via slamming it into the wall. He gets some satisfaction from seeing its shatter remains to litter the floor but it’s short-lived when he hears crying. He turns around to seeing lance crying his little eyes out at the kitchen entrance.

               No, I’ve scared him.

               That was the last thing he wanted, for Lance to be scared of him. He couldn’t handle it if Lance was scared of him too.

               “Lance.” He stoops in front of him but flinches when Lance takes a step away from him

               No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not this.

               He tries again.

               “Lance?” holding his arms out, he waits for Lance to come to him. It takes a heartbreaking moment but soon he’s running into Keith’s arms and sobbing into his shirt. Keith welcomes him with a warm embrace.

               “Keef! Scared! Loud! Scared!” he cries

               “I know Lance. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

               He holds him, trying his best to soothe the weeping child. Lance cries for what seems like an eternity and Keith’s heart breaks every minute of it. Soon he’s tired himself out and has fallen asleep right there in his arms. Keith cradles him, gently petting his head and wishing he wasn’t the cause of those tear lines.

               “I’m sorry, Lance. I’ll get better. We’ll get through this. I promise”  

               The hunters may be off his back for now but he still has enemies. 

About how the Galra Empire no longer has a leader

Zarkon - Dead

Lotor - Beyond dead

All there's left is a bipolar sociopathic witch that goes by Haggar and the big bad mad dog himself, Sendak who are wreaking havoc all over the damn cosmos!

Due to my laptop acting like a daft cunt and me not having any connection to the internet or my documents via my laptop acting like a daft cunt - chapter/year 3 of My Human and Me will not be out today. Sorry about this delay and please look forward to it

Because I freaking am

Keith: No, we can not get a hamster.

Lance: Why not?! You have three snakes!

Keith: That's different!

Lance: How?!

Keith: Because you'll cuddle with the hamster more than me! You don't even touch the snakes!

Lance: Babe aww

Lance: *Snake slithers around shoulder*

Lance: Um...

Keith: *Falls to the floor dramatically*

Keith: I can't compete